I've gone as f

           
ar as I can go
             
The rest you m

        
ust do alone
             
With your pant

              
s around your 

  
knees 
             
You said "don'

              
t leave me ple


ase"
             
But this is as

             
 far as I can 

 
go


            
And so I swive

        
l on my heel
             
And soon the g

             
reen becomes t

    
he grey
              
Now that my si

             
ster's cleaned

    
 my car
             
I can depart f

              
rom where you 

 
are
            
I never liked 

the country an

yway

              
The birds, the

             
y steal things

          
 from my sleep
              
They sing the 

            
promises I cou

                
ldn't keep


             
Last night I d

             
reamed my alph

  
abet
             
Out of my voic

             
e, all pretty 

          
plastic shapes
             
Muted micropho


nes 
              
Turned in my h

             
ands to ice cr

      
eam cones
          
And the silenc

e was all syru

py, all candy,

 tarts and cak

e
             
The sad curl a

             
nd shine of ba

     
by spit       

              

           
             
And a secret t

             
rail that leav

            
es beyond a ti

ck
             
Oh, the sad cu

             
rl and smear o

        
f baby spit
             
I said "yes" b

             
ut I did not a

         
gree to this



             
Last night I d

             
reamed of pape

    
r trails
              
Dolls without 

             
faces joined i

             
nfinitely with

   
 fingerless ar

mS
             
Blank as the a

             
ir was dead an

              
d sound is cha

             
sing the still

      
ness all aroun

d
  
Is choking the

 vibrations
             
Beady little t

              
ales of sewing

             
 needles and a

          
 ball of strin

g
             
Tear them apa-

             
 aart and make

        
 them sing
             
Of sewing need

             
les and ball o

      
f string
             
My useless hea

             
rt, a wedding 

  
ring


             
Apologies are 

             
boring and the

          
y're trite
             
But if desired

             
, I will see w

           
hat I can find
             
As soon as the

            
 concrete come

s into view
             
Pencil to pape

         
r we'll move f

or you

Squeeze our ti

me together to

 lines and lin

es and lines o

f fifty words

Across the pag

e
             
Big decision a

             
ll contained i

          
n a phrase
             
I know I promi

             
sed you all al


ong
             
Forgive me ple

             
ase, for I can


not